The night has fallen across the town The wings of darkness flutter by Innocent prey for the demonic fiend Sleep peacefully in their cripts Awaiting the breath that cannot blow The life that is dead The blood that does not flow The creature emerges from the black of night To feed the thirst for thick liquor The silence as the face turns pale The life drained from veins As the creature drinks Before the morning sun. A day goes by, sun rise sun set The darkness reigns once again From the cript of peaceful sleep Arises the life that is dead The blood that does not flow The Breath that cannot blow The Creature of the night The demonic fiend Fresh from the Kill Spreads its wings To flutter by across the town To bring darkness to those in their peaceful cripts Before the morning sun. The night has come and the Vampires roam
Reason for writing:
I like the Vampire legend
Birth sign: Leo
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